When my mom smokes, I inhale the 2nd hand smoke and I feel like I could kill someone for a cigarette. Quite scary, to think of it.
On another note, just found out that the Thriller shirt I'd initially planned to buy is fucking gone. The Lady Gaga remixes on CD with the free poster? Gone.
I'm pretty heartbroken now.
And after hearing what Rinnie had to tell me yesterday.. she's sweet. I love her. But what she told me broke my heart further. Not because of what she said. But because a part of me knew that it might be true, as much as I try to live in denial.
Why is it so fucking hard to fall in love with someone and have the person love you back?
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